Blaine stayed with his head in the crook of Kurt's neck for a good minute before relaxing. It hadn't been the very worst he'd ever gotten, but it was up there, and the whole saga of trying to hide his lie and then Kurt being so angry when he found out… it was a lot.

"I love you," he murmured as he stepped back, grimacing at the annoyance of the pants still twisted up around his feet and the continued ache along his backside.

"I love you too," Kurt assured, helping him step out of his pants without falling over. "Come on, let's get you ready for bed," he soothed.

"We have to moisturize?" Blaine asked weakly.

Kurt smiled. "I think our skin can survive one night without it."

Blaine nodded, but did not particularly enjoy walking the several feet over to his bed, his bottom flaring the whole way. He pulled off his shirt as soon as he got there, tossing it in the direction of the hamper.

"Pajamas?" Kurt asked, offering to grab some from his drawer.

Blaine shook his head with a scowl and tossed himself on the bed with some relief, like hitting his pillow meant it was really all over.

Rachel hung by the curtain sympathetically. "You okay?" she asked.

Blaine offered a little smile. "I'll survive," he told her. "I probably shouldn't complain when I'm pretty sure you've had worse."

"Well that's only because you're so annoyingly good all the time."

Kurt had to laugh at that, digging through his drawer for some pajamas.

Blaine "You're the best bad influence I know lady."

"I'm going to blend some of those smoothies you like. They'll be in the fridge in the morning if you want for breakfast." Rachel offered.

"You're my favorite," Blaine cooed.

Rachel smiled and headed back to the kitchen. Kurt closed the privacy curtain and got changed as Blaine tried to find a comfortable position. He frowned at the pain along his sit spots and tried to rub it away, finding that only seemed to make it worse.

Kurt watched him and sighed. "Turn over," he told him.

"Huh?"

"I need another look," Kurt said. "I'm not saying you shouldn't dealing with a bit of lingering sting isn't part of you learning your lesson, because it is. But we should probably determine if it looks like bruising is going to be an issue."

Surprised, Blaine slowly turned over. Kurt sat on the bed next to him and gently pulled the underpants down. It was weird, Blaine thought, because usually if his underwear was coming down like that it either meant he was in trouble or they were about to have sex, neither of which this was. It was sort of embarrassing to just be…examined. He imagined given how it felt that his backside wasn't at its most attractive either. His embarrassment at this was interrupted by the sound of ice crushing in the blender in the kitchen, which startled him so much he tensed.

Kurt was startled too. "Worse than that stupid Sodastream machine," he muttered. Kurt got up and disappeared for a moment through the curtain. Blaine pushed himself up on his elbows, uncertain what he was doing. He couldn't hear much except that Kurt did crab to Rachel about the noise to which she protested that she had told him she was making smoothies, which Kurt really couldn't argue about.

"You'll be thanking me in the morning!" Rachel called after him as Kurt returned through the curtain, a blue cloth ice pack in hand.

Kurt tossed the ice pack on the bed. He then dug through a drawer for a moment before he climbed back on the bed on the other side of Blaine.

"That was a pretty rough punishment," he commented.

Blaine shrugged. "I guess. Well usually you…" he flushed, "uh, spank me for longer though, I think. For the big things anyway."

Kurt nodded. "Yes, but not with the spoon." He placed his hand gently along Blaine's bottom and pressed a bit against one side, drawing a pained groan from Blaine. He shook his head. "I think you should see if an ice pack helps with the pain tonight. If you wake up and the cold hasn't lasted we've got another in the freezer. And I'm going to put some arnica gel on you and we'll check how it looks in the morning. I can send you home with the bottle if it seems like you'll need to keep checking for a day or too."

Blaine looked up at Kurt. "You're sure?" They'd kept the bottle around the loft with stage combat injuries in mind. He knew Rachel had told him she'd used some on herself a couple times after she was punished with the hairbrush, but he'd thought at the time she mostly used it to gain sympathy that it was "needed."

"You've got Cassie July tomorrow. I'm not going to risk you doing poorly in her class because your butt hurts so much you can't dance."

"Ugh," Blaine groaned, remembering tomorrow's schedule now. From all the horror stories Rachel told he was pretty sure Cassie July was nicer to him than she ever was to her, but he was certainly not interested in ever being on that teacher's bad side. "I guess you have a point there."

Kurt squeezed the bottle and poured some gel into his hand. He then gently massaged it onto Blaine's skin, circling round the reddest areas. Blaine whined a bit at the touch, but the cool gel did have a somewhat soothing effect. Kurt took his time, trying to be careful with Blaine's tender skin now, and putting a little extra along the areas of his sit spots which looked the most purple at the moment. It was sort of bizarre to him, doing this clinically and trying not to let his mind wander too much about how hot this could be if this were some massage oils he were rubbing and Blaine's bottom wasn't splotchy from his punishment. File that away for another day, Hummell. They had an unwritten rule that they tried not to mix sex with punishments and he assumed that Blaine would probably have a little less than his normal enthusiasm for sex in his current state.

"This would be a lot more fun under different circumstances," Blaine commented.

"I was just thinking that!" Kurt laughed.

"We'll have to remember for next date night," Blaine teased.

"Noted. Except not with me this over-dressed and you're the only one who gets to be half-naked."

"When have I ever required that you wear any clothes at all around me?"

"Uh huh, behave. Does it feel okay?"

"Well. It's not… better? But I guess it feels a little cooler where it just felt hot before?"

Kurt nodded and finished up. He put the bottle over on the dresser and then returned to the bed.

"Here, lift up," he said, helping Blaine back into his underwear. "It's probably better not to have the ice pack directly on your skin." He then picked the ice pack up. "This is cold," he warned, gently placing it near the top of Blaine's legs.

Blaine tensed and groaned, not particularly liking it for a second.

"You okay?" Kurt asked.

Blaine sighed. "Yeah. It's just…cold."

"It'll feel better after a minute," Kurt assured. He took the blanket at the end of the bed and spread it out over Blaine before turning out the light and climbing back into bed. He sighed, thankful that it sounded like Rachel was done blending out there. New York was noisy enough without trying to sleep over that too, he mused. He snuggled up close to Blaine, still on his stomach, so he could steal a kiss.

"Thanks for taking care of me," Blaine said quietly.

"Of course. You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just glad we're moving forward from all this."

"It might feel a little awkward trying to sleep but hopefully the ice pack helps."

"Yeah, I'm sort of… embarrassed." Blaine confessed. "But it does kind of numb everything, and it would probably be harder getting comfortable to sleep without it."

"You'll feel better tomorrow," Kurt said, rubbing his back. "And if it doesn't at least you have Rachel's ridiculous smoothies to look forward to."

"Those smoothies are amazing Kurt, wait until you try them—"

"Uh huh. Okay. I'll take your word for it. Come on. It's been a long day, let's just relax," Kurt soothed, kissing Blaine's forehead.

They both breathed each other in, snuggled up against each other and happy. Both were fast asleep only a few minutes later.